Thursday, February 26, 2015
There were so many moments when I feared I would die, not being truly known.
There were too many moments... forever forsaken in my métier.
There are so many facets that I have suppressed, denied and consigned to oblivion.
There are too many moments where I have cut off my nose to spite my face.
I have had my fun and played my roles...
So much conducted by path and no longer by ingenuity.
Never pausing long enough to see to whom this blind ambition belonged.
Never authorized to stop and perceive to whom this omission belonged.